Daydream_weaver's Refuge

[Daydream_weaver]

*rising to my knees my arms extending outward, hands open and relaxed. My eyes close and my head tilts back, face caught in the glow of of the moon, my voice softer than the breeze*...lead me, sweet Angel...

 

[Drunken_Angel]

*rising to my knees my arms extending outward, hands open and relaxed. My eyes close and my head tilts back, face caught in the glow of of the moon, my voice softer than the breeze*...lead me, sweet Angel...

Angel places a simple silver coin, clean and polished into a bowl of water.. it sits upon a slightly raised mound, the sort that indicate that the lines of fey converge there. The polished coin reflects the moons light, casting it up at the two women.

Angel takes your hands and leads you in a clockwise circle, dancing around the coin, chanting "Isis, Astarte, Diana, Hecate, Demeter, Kali, Inanna" The chant starts slowly, essence building.

 

[Daydream_weaver]

*Following her steps I listen to her words, feeling the prickle of energy along my skin. I keep my eyes closed, only the brightness of the moonlight glowing through the fragile lids penetrating the darkness*

 

[Drunken_Angel]

*Following her steps I listen to her words, feeling the prickle of energy along my skin. I keep my eyes closed, only the brightness of the moonlight glowing through the fragile lids penetrating the darkness*

Continuing the chant, I keep my eyes up, while yours are closed, together we bring down her silver essence into the space between our arms. Each repetition quickens our pace, builds the intensity, a blue fire in our midst centered and focused around the bowl and its silver coin in the center.

 

[Daydream_weaver]

*my hands clutch hers tighter and I finally let my eyes flutter open, looking across at her, the reflection of blue fire catching in my eyes as we move quicker. My breath comes shallower and quicker as I feel something rising...growing...*

 

[Drunken_Angel]

*my hands clutch hers tighter and I finally let my eyes flutter open, looking across at her, the reflection of blue fire catching in my eyes as we move quicker. My breath comes shallower and quicker as I feel something rising...growing...*

Our eyes meet. fire. Liquid blue fire. It burns, it rises, it flows. I feel myself being swept up, engulfed, swirling into a mist that is me and you and Her. All the while the chanting provides the earth, contains us with the sacred names.

I feel my body vibrate, I also feel the tingling. Our dancing quickens to the point where it is hard to keep hold and soon one hand will slip... one will release when the cone is ready to be sent out into the world.... when we are ready to ground.

Our eyes meet. fire and liquid blue. I look into you and I see that we are one.

 

[Daydream_weaver]

*I feel laughter bubbling up inside me, a joy in the night and the fullness of the moon, the earth beneath our feet, the touch of each other's hands. I feel as if, were it not for her words keeping us bound to the earth, the moon would take us to her breast and cradle us there...and yet we must stay. The energy has grown stronger, the intensity bringing a soft mewling sound from my lips. I look to her...waiting for a sign...

 

[Drunken_Angel]

I look to her...waiting for a sign...[/I][/COLOR]

It is that look that tells me the time is right. With deliberate intent I let go her hand, let weaver's momentum swing her around. we become a snake a living breathing being of light and love and laughter, we pull the cone with us, we become its conduit, letting is essence mold and flow, trailing us like the tail of a kite, and then as we circle back to our start.. then I give Weaver the signal. I take her held hand and mine and pulls us both down in a joyous heap upon the earth, grounding the cone even as we return to our bodies.

Our eyes meet again, still all scintillating, etheric, bubbling laughter, light and love. I press my lips lightly to yours in a sacred embrace.

 

[Daydream_weaver]

*Energy passing around and through and over, joining us and binding us and setting us free...I feel the ground beneath my body as we sink down to the grass and a gasp passes from my lips to yours as you lean into my. A gasp that becomes laughter I cannot contain.

My arms slip around you and hold your body to mine in a gentle embrace, just a closeness asking nothing more of the night than this*

 

[Drunken_Angel]

*Energy passing around and through and over, joining us and binding us and setting us free...I feel the ground beneath my body as we sink down to the grass and a gasp passes from my lips to yours as you lean into my. A gasp that becomes laughter I cannot contain.

My arms slip around you and hold your body to mine in a gentle embrace, just a closeness asking nothing more of the night than this*

I sink with gentle abandon into your embrace, feeling our spirits merged with each other.. with the ground... the heavens.. feeling so connected. I can scarcely believe I am feeling this with you.

And then my body tells my spirit it is time to go... eyes close. Desperate I pull you close praying above all else to take this intimacy with me into slumber.

*goodnight, dear Weaver*

Merry meet, merry part,
Merry meet again.

 

[Daydream_weaver]

Good night, my Angel...I will see you again soon... *a parting kiss whispers across her lips one last time*

 

[dragonrazor]

Aww, I missed DW....

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Shaving one's body cuts down on the amount of sweat produced, as well as the intensity of its scent.

 

[Daydream_weaver]

*Reads today's randomness and breaks into a grin...then a snicker. I take the card the fact has become and place it in the Raven file with a shake of my head. Body hair not being high on my list of favorite things to begin with.

The heat of the day lays heavily outside the cabin. I gather my silvery hair onto the top of my head, securing it with two ebony chop sticks, leaving my neck and shoulders bare. A sheer sarong of pale ice blue is wrapped around my waist. It is too warm to wear anything more.

In the kitchen I pour myself a tall glass of iced fruit juice, a blend of strawberry, melon and banana...then with a mischievious grin add a dash of rum. I carry my glass to the sofa and snuggle down in the corner. My black bound book and pen appear at my side and I take them up, my hand caressing the leather cover lovingly before I open to a marked page and gaze down at the words written there*

 

[dragonrazor]

*Reads today's randomness and breaks into a grin...then a snicker. I take the card the fact has become and place it in the Raven file with a shake of my head. Body hair not being high on my list of favorite things to begin with.

The heat of the day lays heavily outside the cabin. I gather my silvery hair onto the top of my head, securing it with two ebony chop sticks, leaving my neck and shoulders bare. A sheer sarong of pale ice blue is wrapped around my waist. It is too warm to wear anything more.

In the kitchen I pour myself a tall glass of iced fruit juice, a blend of strawberry, melon and banana...then with a mischievious grin add a dash of rum. I carry my glass to the sofa and snuggle down in the corner. My black bound book and pen appear at my side and I take them up, my hand caressing the leather cover lovingly before I open to a marked page and gaze down at the words written there*

*tags and sits down*

 

[Drunken_Angel]

A quiet knock.

 

[Daydream_weaver]

*glances up and waves a hand at the door so that it swings open. I grin and look over at Raven...*...visitors I think we have...door open I must

Come in, Angel my sweet...join us...

 

[dragonrazor]

*glances up and waves a hand at the door so that it swings open. I grin and look over at Raven...*...visitors I think we have...door open I must

Come in, Angel my sweet...join us...

Like the little green thing you do.

 

[Daydream_weaver]

Like the little green thing you do.

*snerks* sleep in the wet spot I will not

 

[Drunken_Angel]

Weaver and her automatic doors. I watch it open without aid of a hand and it reminds me again of the other-worldliness of her realm. I step in and am immediately pulled molecule by molecule from any remnants of the mundane. Here I am myself in spirit a creature of night and of fey.

Here is where I should be as day turns into night.

Making my way toward the two, catching their gaze and perhaps a few words of conversation I take a seat.

"Hello you two. I hope you don't mind me dropping by unexpectedly."

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[dragonrazor]

*snerks* sleep in the wet spot I will not

lol. Now I really AM worried.

 

[Daydream_weaver]

*grinning infectiously I lean over to kiss Angel's cheek...then her other cheek...then the tip of her nose*

You are always welcome here...how has your day been?

 

[Daydream_weaver]

lol. Now I really AM worried.

Bob and Tom are frequent visitors to my home

 

[dragonrazor]

Bob and Tom are frequent visitors to my home

I haven't heard any of their stuff since my radio died.

 

[Daydream_weaver]

I found them on YouTube and unthinkingly showed my son...

 

[dragonrazor]

I found them on YouTube and unthinkingly showed my son...

Oh gods. I pity you.